Hay Capital of the World

Hay Capital of the World

I’ve been an absentee blogger of late. Discovered that after driving all day all I want to do is have a brewsky and collapse face down on the bed. Photos and descriptions of all the beautiful sights at Yellowstone and Rushmore will have to wait until I get home.

Just wanted to share today’s road adventure from Salina, Kansas to Fort Smith, Arkansas. We bopped along fine until we got to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Then it got weird. Somehow we got lost on the maze of freeways going through the city and ended up on the wrong highway heading out of town.

Not to worry. I whipped out my trusty Iphone and Googled an alternate route to get back on the right highway. Away we toodle down N4220 road. The pretty little 2 lane country road dwindled to a unlined black top. Then it got a less paved and turned into a gravel road, then it was a dirt road, then a dirt road with potholes then it was a dirt road with mud pits. I think by then we were on an Indian reservation or something. I can’t find it on the map. We had driven so long that turning back was not an option. At that point I was just praying that we didn’t hit a dead-end because I’m not sure how we would have turned around without ending up in a ditch.

Somewhere during this hour and half detour we passed through Inola, Oklahoma. They proudly announce that they are the “Hay Capital of the World.” Who am I to argue?

10 responses

  1. The Hay capital of the world – what a claim to fame.

    1. Well I did see a LOT of hay there.

    2. Well they are proud of it 🙂

  2. We had paddocks like that when I was a kid, but I liked the bales better than the big round things.

    1. I like the hay bales too. I was told that the round ones are done by a machine that makes it a lot easier on the hay dudes.

  3. Sounds like my kind of drive. And I have hit deadends, and discovered that with just a couple of extra road feet, and 20 jillion back and forward moves, I can actually turn my RV around.

  4. I knew you’d come up for air eventually… I hope you’ve found yourselves. If not – I am sure someone can organise a search party. Perhaps you should send me Mr Husband’s email. Just in case…

    1. Yes we found ourselves and our destination for the evening. A funky little Motel 6 in Fort Smith, Arkansas.

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